the truth

I gotta admit, this whole dream blog seems to be getting nowhere. I'm not proposing we quit, but if you're reading this then you are obliged to make a a post. 'Nuff said.

So I had a freaky dream last week. Long story short, I'm at a hospital with my mom who is 9 months pregnant and demanding to get induced into labor. She seems tired of waiting for the baby, so she just wants it out. They tell us to go to room 332. I have no recollection of who the father is. (This is impossible in real life because 1. she isn't dating and 2. she had a historectomy last year.)

So that was that. When I told my mom, she had a grim look on her face. She said that a pregnancy usually indicates a death nearby. Why she thought this, I don't know, but, lo and behold, we got news this weekend that my aunt's ex-husband's (would that make him my ex-uncle?) family had a death. We're still somehwat close. He was mad I didn't send him a graduation invitation. But that was just weird how dreams DO have significance. So there.